Almahyras
Season 2, Part 11: Think Only Reply.

"Azizah's coming?" jafar wrote on his watch.

"Yes." Yeah." Alma poured hot water on the milk bottle. Then look at her husband. "Mas ... You're really going to raise Rais, right? You're not gonna let him stay in the parlor, are you?"

"Yes" answered Jafar.

Alma has finished making milk. He sat in a chair near the kitchen door. "I want you to promise me that Rais will be a part of our family. He's my son, my mother. He's part of my life."

Jafar started typing on the device again. "I don't have to promise anything. Rais has become a part of our lives. But you need me to remind you, Alma. That Rais is a man, someday if he is six years old, you should have started teaching him about boundaries. So that he can keep something that should not be violated on the limits of himself and Dilara."

"I know about that, Mommy. You don't have to worry" said Alma.

In the room, Dilara looks at her sister-Rais, who is fast asleep with a smiling face. Her younger brother in Dilara's view was very cute and handsome. Like in the movies he usually sees. But he wondered when his mother began to conceive? Until this sister can come out without her mother's enlarged stomach.

Bizarrely.

But he doesn't care. The fun part for him was having a little brother.

"Lais, later if you're smoother to be a good man. Fine take care of Embak, huh? Fine mouthfeel is the same as Embak said," said Dilara.

Dilara pokes Rais' cheeks slowly. "Pokona if you can talk you smooth good talk. Smooth pintle singing is also like an Embak, huh?"

"Yes, Mommy."

The sound made Dilara look to the side turned out that the mother entered the room with a bottle of milk. "Rais will be great like Mbak Dilara. Later if it's big, Rais will keep Mbak."

"Mama? Mama made some milk?"

Alma nodded. "Yes. It's the milk." His right hand rubbed Dilara's head. "Why wake up, son? No more sleep?"

"Ooh, huh?"

Dilara.

"Now don't you want to sleep anymore, son?"

"Engga, would. Dilala look at me, Ma," replied Dilara.

Bakda dawn Ummi Salamah who is none other than his mother, wants to talk something about the boy. He asked Jafar to sit in the living room, with Alma, Dilara, and Rais still asleep. Because his wife is menstruating.

"Are you sure you raised that kid, son?"

Jafar nodded.

"Then why don't you make him a sister of the same sex as Dilara?"

Jafar picked up the paper and pen on the table near the sofa. "From the beginning they were neither siblings nor cousins. So why do I unite the two sons of man in this bond? After all, Rais is fine, Ummi. He was fit to drink formula milk" he wrote.

"Don't tell me you .. are planning to marry Dilara and Rais?"

Jafar fell silent, not making any movement.

"That's not true, son?" repeat Ummi again.

Jafar started to move his hands again to write. "Nobody knows how someone's partner will be, Ummi. But if Dilara is ready. Rais must also be prepared. Think of it as a return to the kindness that Alma and I have given you, by keeping Dilara by her side for life."